Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu stopped the fist of a Heavenly Knight with a palm, his gaze still high in the skies. It was rare that he was confused by something, and though Rose had warned him many times that there would be things outside of his control this time around, he still didn’t quite believe it.

Maybe it was his arrogance. No… it was precisely his arrogance. There was simply no getting around that.

However, his arrogance came from a place of true confidence. He was a Sovereign, toying with the strongest Gods in all of Existence. If there was anyone who deserved to be arrogant, it was him.

But right now…

Ryu tilted his head to the side.

Primus, as far as he understood it… was weak. He certainly didn’t have the power to do this.

Ryu trusted his eyes, and he had gazed upon this so-called great grandfather of his several times before. There were a lot of things that could be fooled, but his eyes weren’t one of them.

Even if one wanted to say that he was simply weak back then, too weak to see through the likes of Primus, he would be accepting of it… if it wasn’t for the fact that logic no longer applied to his eyes.

It was hard to describe exactly what level Ryu had reached now, but if he wanted to turn back the clock and experience a memory in real time, he could do that. So long as he had experienced something, he could reconstruct it perfectly—Fate, Time, Space, and all—without missing a single detail.

That was to say that any and everything Ryu had ever experienced in his life was something that he could go back to with his current prowess and comprehension to see through again.

It was impossible for anyone to pull the wool over his eyes.

That was to say that either this Primus and the one he knew weren’t the same person at all, or it was the case that the Primus he had come to know had undergone earth-shattering changes in what was effectively the same amount of time Ryu had.

But the odd difference here was that Ryu was someone who had only been in the wider worlds of Existence for a fragment of the time Primus had, while Primus himself had left the Tatsuya Clan billions of years ago.

Granted, maybe he had entered a different flow of time. But one had to remember that one of the reasons Ryu’s Spacetime Soul Nature was so valuable was because he was capable of using time warps without suffering under the effects of distorted laws that resulted from that.

While it was theoretically possible that Primus could have achieved the same thing at some point, Ryu honestly didn’t believe it… because he was looking at Primus right now.

He would know Time affinity when he saw one, and Primus didn’t have such a thing. In fact, even the stamp of time, or the imprints that one would undergo as a result of time, weren’t there.

“Hm. I see. You really are a pathetic excuse of a man.”

Ryu stared at Primus for a full three seconds before he understood what had happened.

Primus had actually relied on his great grandmother’s Primordial Yin.

It hadn’t been long since Ryu deduced the secrets of his grandmother. From the actions of the Heavenly Court, he realized that she must have had a Title they wanted, birthed from whatever mortal art she had taken to absolute perfection.

The reason Ryu knew this was because they had come asking for Taedra, who had only just recently reached such a realm thanks to poetry. Though, granted, Taedra and Ryu’s great grandmother were on two completely different levels.

On the one hand, Taedra was highly unlikely to have succeeded on her own. While Ryu couldn’t guarantee she would fail, he had certainly sped up the process a great deal.

On the other hand, as far as Ryu knew, his grandmother had done everything all on her own. This was almost certainly more valuable.

That said, the tidbits that Taedra lost by having Ryu’s help were greatly minimized just due to how clever Ryu’s own usage of his Dao was. But that was a story for another time.

What was important here was that the value of a Primordial Yin of a woman with a talent to forge a path to Godhood all on her own was truly shocking.

What was pathetic was that Primus had practically built his entire path on using it.

Primus had a proclivity for using various Races as experimental subjects. Ryu had witnessed it personally when he took a Fire Giant and dissected it while he was following him around.

This never really made much sense to Ryu outside of speculation. He assumed that Primus was just doing his best to improve his Fire affinity.

But as Ryu grew in strength, he found Primus more and more pathetic. His improvement was slow, his comprehension was lacking, and as prideful as he was as a Dragon, it manifested in the most pathetic of ways.

Ultimately speaking… Primus was a talent, but he wasn’t a talent on the level of Ryu, not by a long stretch. It was to the point that after all of this, Ryu didn’t even think about it, considering his life and death something that he would decide on when he had some extra time on his hands.

He wanted Primus to suffer for what he had done, but the man wasn’t worth enough of his time to consume his thoughts.

But now he knew what was going on.

His great grandmother had reached Dao God through the Dao of Painting. All this time, Primus had been trying to distill the essence of flames through this very same Dao, but he lacked the talent to do it.

But then Ryu continued to grow, his power accelerating, and because of this descendant of his actions, all the time Primus thought he had had slipped away in an instant. And his only chance to revive his wife—the Phoenix Sky God—was about to be hunted down by the rest of the world while he didn’t even have the strength to participate.

So he did something truly disgusting.

He fused with his own wife’s Primordial Yin.

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